Gata Wolf: Bayou Bass Curse

From the mud. From the dark. From the bayou where the bass don't die.

You hear that ripple in the water? That ain't fear. That's a warning.

Gata. Swamp born nightmare. Teeth in the fog. Cold eyes glowing

when the moon hits the bog. Half beast, half curse, full fucking threat.

Once you hear the sound, you ain't safe yet. Hide under beds

like you think you're safe. Lock up your doors, pray,

cover your face. Heartbeat syncing with the sub in your chest. You can run,

you can scream, you can't hide from this beast. Neck breaking bass. Fear what you